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Has Love ever held Bug for Birdie for any reason and has Ghost seen her if she did? I just want to watch Professor Ghost have a moment when he sees how sweet Love is with a baby.
Love and Birdie don't have many opportunities to cross paths, HOWEVER, you're so so right about Ghost seeing Love with a baby bestie and I'm going to make it happen.
Ghost follows after Gaz, the two men discussing last night's footie match as they weave through the education department's halls.
"You coming for dinner?" Gaz asks, "Soap's already invited himself."
"Not doin' anything else," Ghost hums, eyes scanning the various posters pinned around the halls. Children's drawings and calls for volunteers, internship opportunities. The education building has always given him a sort of squirmy feeling in his stomach. He can't help but think about his nephew, what grade he'd be going into, whether he'd be doing well. Gaz smacks his chest to pull him from his thoughts.
"Giving you a ride, may as well stay." Gaz grins, and Ghost rolls his eyes.
"Just don't go handing me the baby again," Ghost tells him as they turn the corner to Birdie's office. Ghost stops short, gaze sticking to Love as soon as he sees her. Gaz grabs his shoulder to stop him from turning around.
Love smiles, grins really, lighting up the hallway as Birdie chatters away about something. She's bouncing Gaz's baby in her arms, the infant's head tucks against her shoulder as she rocks and bounces. Birdie spots them and waves, Ghost has to force his feet to carry him forward as Gaz drags him into the thick of it. There's not much that scares Ghost, but babies? Terrifying. His eyes stick to Bug, the tiny thing has their fingers wrapped around Love's necklace, the rest of them lax and sleeping against her shoulder.
Birdie says something and Ghost grunts, his eyes moving from the baby back to the woman holding them. Love glances at him, cooing softly at Bug when they start to fuss. When he'd thought about marriage he hadn't imagined kids. There were certain things, specific dreams, that always seemed off limits to him, parts of the Riley lineage that were cursed. It had felt like a noble sacrifice to have the name die with him.
But there was Love, there was a baby, a future, sleeping under her gentle hand, and there was a warmth in Ghost's chest that he hadn't felt before. "You like kids?" He asks. Gaz and Birdie discussing evening plans beside them hardly seem to hear the question.
"They're alright," Love hums, "I never think I want any until someone puts a baby in my arms, then it's like all bets are off." She laughs, the motion of it hardly jostling the infant. Ghost watches the way her hand smooths over Bug's back, gentling every soft breath the infant takes. "What about you?"
"What about me?" The question catches him off guard. Love raises her brows.
"Do you like kids?" She bites down her teasing smile, her teeth tugging at her lip. Charming, every inch of her seems tailor made to tug at his heart. Ghost reaches to uncurl Bug's tight fist, easing the chain of her necklace out of the baby's grip.
"This one's ok," Ghost supplies, settling the necklace back against Love's chest, "Liked my nephew."
"It's easier when they're your kids," She tilts her head for him, her skin prickling at the touch of his fingers. Ghost wonders if his hands are that cold. He hums.
"It is."
"Do you want kids?" Love asks. Ghost's eyes dart to her face, she isn't looking at him. Ghost looks at the baby, glances at the way Birdie smiles and leans in to kiss Gaz, a picture of familial bliss.
"I didn't used to," Ghost answers after a moment. That feels like the truth. He didn't used to, he didn't think about them, but now all he can think of is Love and babies: how pretty she'd be with one of his on her hip, what they'd look like, if they'd have his hair or if they'd have her eyes. If they were with her... maybe he does want kids.
He should start looking at houses again. They're going to need a yard, and more than just the main/guest bedrooms. He could do it. What's one kid?
Actually one kid might get lonely, things were always better when he had Tommy.
What's two kids?
Unless they're fighting.
Ok, three kids. Three kids, Ghost can handle three kids if they're hers too.
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[wip] JJK acting agency au fanfic
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꒰ა read me໒꒱ ⤷ () is like y/n or where my oc will be !! ⤷ and please excuse my grammar i havent really proofread it yet ⤷ mainly nanami x reader/oc - but also some geto x reader, gojo x reader, satosugu, toji x reader n more!! ⤷ edit: made a cute little banner!!!!
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At Star Crossed Acting Agency (Or SCAA) there are only 300 cubicles. Not including offices, meeting rooms or board rooms. But actual cubicles. So of course () scratched her head pacing around the 15th floor wondering where her cubicle would be. She was assigned Cubicle 707.
There were countless employees at the agency and there were even more clients too, but more then 700 cubicles? Even SCAA couldn’t manage that, even as one of the biggest acting agencies in the world. …No, THE biggest. You’re guaranteed stardom if you just were signed to SCAA, there were countless famous actors and there was even a sister company called Star Crossed Modelling Agency (Or SCMA). It was like a huge safety net for the rich and famous. Diligent PR, connections with many big directors, brands and studios.
Maybe not a safety net for its employees. Because if there was one thing () couldn’t say is that  she wasn't stressed. Her old manager was notorious for being picky, arrogant and a tyrant. Work was hell on earth but it paid well.
It's no wonder the offices were all well decorated with the same moody blue paint used throughout as accents. Curtains framing the floor to ceiling windows, overhanging lamps, arched door frames, beautiful natural light. An office worker’s dream to be working brutally at least somewhere somewhat aesthetically pleasing.
But that wasn’t the only perk in this hell hole. 
The actors.
Every once in a while one of your favorite (And somewhat narcissistic) celebrity crushes could be just roaming the halls, talking to employees, and their managers. It’s not rare for somewhere like SCAA.
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hey guys!! so heres the first bit of my jjk acting agency au fanfic. this is a nanami x reader/oc focused story, but really it also includes toji, geto, and gojo and appearances of more of the jjk cast!!
not sure if want this to be x reader or oc..
and still thinking abt the title!! might be cubicle 707 but still not sure..
luv miki!
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fanaticsnail · 2 days
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Couples/Ship Songs Tag Game
Thank you so much for the tag @hey-august. I don't actually upload any of my OC writing here (or anywhere), I prefer to write for 'x reader' to include 'you' in my writing. In saying that, I would love to share an OC I adore.
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"Tatie" is a part of a crew of minstrels: "Broad-Stroke Pirates", something @sordidmusings and I have been actively cooking with for a little while now. There's a whole heap of them, but "Tatie" is one of my favourites (aside from "Matteo" the first-mate, but anyway 💀). She is the ship's doctor and skilled with pressure-point combat. Carefree, loving, little bit flirty, heart on her sleeve - pure sunshine person.
This little blondie is in love with Trafalgar D Water-Law - but every time he looks at her, all he sees is his "Dad" Donquixote Rosinante Corazon. Probably something to do with her devotion to her "family" and hell-bent on keeping them all alive.
She loves Law so much it hurts, which complicates matters when he falls for another of her crewmates, "Carmen". While her adoration remains unrequited, it gets more complicated when a foreign Captain decides she's the one for him. And he, Eustass Kid, repulses her.
This is her playlist 👌
For Law:
From Law:
For Kid:
From Kid:
I just know that @empressofmankind has a few songs about Shivs and Crocodaddy I gotta hear 👀.
@since-im-already-here, you got some tunes for your OC 👀
@vespidphoenix what about Amy and her flirty blonde chef 👀👀
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Been a long time since I posted on here. Did a quick drawing based on my story “Welcome to the 21st Century”. Available in Archive of Our Own.
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kachowder · 21 days
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Thinking about a arranged marriage, in which darling denies their spouse any opportunity to touch them. For reader, they have no reason to believe this would ever be a equal relationship. They believed, if they serviced their spouse well, and played the part of a dutiful partner, they would be able to lead a comfortable life without any unnecessary drama or hurt feelings on their end.
Of course they didn’t take into account how absolutely obsessed their spouse is with them, and how much pain their in each time their denied the chance to touch their darling.
Every intimate act between the couple, the darling does all the work. Weather it be quick services with their mouth or body, as soon as their spouse finishes the darling hops off and makes their way back to their room to take care of their own needs or read a new book. And their spouse is fucking devastated each and every time.
Their fingers grip their darlings shoulder or hair, savoring that moment of contact before their orgasm hits and the warmth of their love leaves them for the remainder of the night. No aftercare, no kisses, and worst of all, they don’t get to see their darling cum. Ever.
“Darling…? If it’s not too much to ask..”
“Yes my love?”
And they’d shiver at the hollow endearment.
“Well..perhaps we could engage in some more intimacy tonight…? I could-“
“Ah.” And their darling would pause, bringing a hand to rub their jaw tenderly. “Well, my jaw is still a little sore from last time, but if you wish I can certainly help you again.”
“N..No..I mean, I could..I could take care of you…tonight…”
“Oh. That won’t be necessary my dear.”
And god how their heart fucking breaks at that, brows furrowing nervously as they try to resist the temptation to fall to their knees and beg. Beg to taste their darlings flesh and finally feel their lips pressed against their own. Their eyes nearly well with tears, the untamed desire burning them to the core. Their darling was so cruel to them.
“But I insist, I can-“
“Do not worry my love. I’ll take care of you tonight so you won’t be so stressed for your meeting tomorrow. Or if you’d like I could find you more suitable company for the night?”
The repulsion in their body would nearly make their stomach swell with nausea at the mere idea of laying in bed with another that wasn’t their beloved darling.
“I’m…No thank you, my love.”
And you, the silly little darling won’t understand why your spouse seems so disheartened. You’d been the perfect partner, anyone’s dream. You kept to yourself, did what you were asked. They never had to care for you needs or wants beyond your allowance and the occasional outing.
You could admit you were married to a very attractive and respectable figure. Known for their kindness and intelligence. You considered yourself lucky as to deal with someone so agreeable.
And there were times you wished for a warm body besides yours in the dead of night. Someone to lay upon after you’ve both been spent.
But that vulnerability was too scary for yourself. Fear that your heart would hurt more if you let yourself feel the pain of neglect after. So, this arrangement you’d crafted for yourself would have to do.
Well, until the night you’d found your depraved lovers head buried between your thighs, moaning like a starved fool.
What a sight to awaken too.
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Yeah, I'm fine
*Types "<character name> x reader" into tumblr search bar*
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Author’s Note: This one is a filler since I am still working on “Dairy of the Obsessed” ..this one was spontaneous lmfaoo! Also requests are open feel free to give me story ideas
This has BEEN edited 🥳🎉
Warning ⚠️-> If you’re under the age of 18+ DONT interact with this post, this is your only & final warning! I do not & will not take responsibility for anything further!
You have been warned
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Title: A Shape-Shifter’s Dilemma
Alastor x Reader Oneshot
written + edited by @puhmpkins-blog 🎃
W/C: 5.1K 😀 oops maybe too much lol my imagination got the better of me but please enjoy!
You always questioned where Alastor your husband would go. Most of the time you would brush it off and not think of it—Overlord stuff.
But one night while Al and you slept in the same bed he tossed and turned in his sleep you could assume he was having a nightmare
“honey..?” You said in a low ruff voice as you gently placed a hand on Alastor who stops his moving before the word he mutters out was
“charlie..”
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...Now that is odd. Why would a overlord like Alastor be saying the princess of hells name in the middle of his sleep?
It made you raise a eyebrow, and questioned him.
The day following did not seem to ease your nerves one bit, he again in rather ..a rush to leave the manor
Standing next to the front doors door you watched as he moved back and forth through the living room looking for whatever he was desiring
“What's rushing for darling? This is rather out of character” You said as your eyes watched him move throughout the room
“Oh nothing to concern yourself with dearie!~ Just overlord business”
You hummed back at his bland cryptic response not wanting to pick it apart–you just decided not to question it and save yourself the energy
“Right. Just don’t go get yourself in trouble” You said smiling at Alastor standing infront of you, slightly towering over you as you fixed and cleaned off any dirt or lent that got caught on his suit as he was in your words rushing around
Moving your hands away from him, your eyes locked with his as Alastor’s reddish brown eyes, a flicker of amusement dancing within them. His lips curved from a small smile into a sly smirk, revealing his pointy teeth.
“Trouble?,” he questioned, making his one of his eyebrows raise in a cocky way , “Why..thats my middle name, my dear.” He said clasping and holding both your hands as he stared at you, before shrugging “But perhaps maybe I’ll make an exception—for you.”
You rolled your eyes to your husband's playful antics, before giving Alastor his goodbye kiss and waving him bye as he sinks into his shadow disappearing leaving you alone in the manor.
A moment of silent filling the air before
“Now, let me figure out WHAT’S actually happening.”
And that’s how this whole shenanigan began with you.
You see, while Alastor might have been expected to marry some ordinary demon, you in your case, were far from ordinary. As a shape-shifting demon, you possessed the ability to transform your identity at will, becoming a whole new demon or a manifestation of whatever your imagination desired.
The only limitations were those of your own imagination or..if Alastor was able to sniff you out, thanks to his keen sense of smell. HOWEVER, avoiding detection was usually easy enough… for the most part.
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Weeks to months you’ve been keeping up on this “routine” of cat and mouse but all was paying off.
You found out Al has been to much of your dismay harboring rather a couple of secrets hidden and tucked from you. Other than your known overlord stuff he was a suppose helper at a hotel called the “Hazbin Hotel” that princess charlie owns and works at with a couple of other people almost made you drop with laughter when you first seen Alastor helping out with the hotel, you had to tell Rosie about this later.
It was easy to stay undercover and even easier to get close to him without him realizing and knowing it was you.
You made up your mind weeks ago that his territory would be fine, if you step away here and there to follow Alastor to the hotel
And that’s how you end up to the present day you.
You weren’t satisfied with knowing Alastor helps at a hotel. Yes indeed it was a shocker but that’s all? You were still puzzled on why Al said Charile name to began with
Alastor hasn’t suspected a thing yet due to him kinda being busy at the hotel or up in his office.
On the rare times you would see him, he was up in the upper balcony with nifty laughing with her, you couldn’t hear what they were talking about but knowing the both of them.. it was rather something strange or gruesome
As another shifted ended, the day ended with you back at the manor seating in your comfortable loveseat, reading a book before mere minutes Al got back, making it seem as normal as possible to not raise suspicions
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The next day as things moved along you wished Alastor a goodbye as you watched him shift into the shadows and disappear off.
Waiting a few minutes after he left you then began to get ready for your shift at the hotel, that first started with showering to rid yourself of your natural scents–you didn’t want to be tackled down by your husband as soon as you walk in through the door.
Finishing up with your shower you stepped out spraying some random cheap perfume you had bought to scramble Al scents.
As you began styling yourself from being a lady of the 1920s with elegant beauty and designer dresses to a ripped petite coat, old bleach stained black skirt with a hole at the bottom with a finish messy down hairstyle
You laughed at your reflection
Seeing what you looked like in your normal form made you laugh. Alastor would probably gasp and dropped to his knees at the things you wore.
You walked out the house being sure to not be seen
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Successfully making it past the fenced gates and out of the woods you came to the main roads of hell shifting yourself into a hell creature you have been using for this whole little “spying game”
A lengthy white fur being that stood, 6ft having two red stripes covering both arms and legs. Your (h/c) just reached the middle of your back and on your head sat two cream colored pointy horns, you kept your sharp teeth to still be able to scare off unwanted demons if the occasion was to rise
Checking yourself out in the reflection of the glass windows, you made sure everything was correct: your look, your attire and your scent.
You started to walk to the hotel, the sidewalk you have taken at least more than ten times.
As you inched closer to the hotel you for safe measures stopped and sprayed yourself down one more time in cheap perfume emptying the bottle before tossing it off in the distances and kept walking
Getting inside the hotel was an easy task,
You said hello to everyone vaggie, angeldust, sir pentious and his eggo children, huskier and nifty.
‘Everyone is down here practically–well almost everyone’ looking around furrowing your eyebrows together
“Where Charlie? She's usually with you, Vag?” You said to Vaggie who was sitting on the couch next to Angel looking at the TV
“She should be in her office right now Lucy. I think she also wanted to talk to you” Vaggie said kinda nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders towards the end as she looked up from the tv to you as you nodded your head
Making a hum noise you turned on your heel and began walking to Charlie office
Knocking before you entered, Charlie sat at her desk looking at papers
“Helluva morning Charlie. Vaggie was telling me you were looking for me, I just wanted to speak to you about what you wanted” You said as you walked towards her desk and seating down in one of the chairs across from it
Charlie still having her go lucky smile on her face nodded putting down a couple of papers “Yes Vaggie was right! I was looking for you Lucy!” She said pausing as she slide over a little stack of paperwork, “It’s nothing serious promise! I just wanted you to run these up to Al~!”
You nodded silently thanking hell for the opportunity to be closer to Al
“Yeah of course I can do that” You said standing up taking the paperwork in your black gloved hands “Consider it done Charlie!” You said walking out of her office as she screamed a thank you from behind a closed office door
You hummed quietly to yourself as you walked up the flights of stairs to get to Alastor’s door
Minutes passed before you got to the door that read in bold letter
“Alastor, Radio Demon”
Knocking lightly on the door, ‘he should be in there?’
“…”
‘No response..hm that weird’ You thought as you looked over both your shoulders before you placed a gloved hand on your door handle twisting the knob before it opened slowly
!!!CREAAAK!!!
Your body mentally cringed at the noise as you pushed the door more open glancing around one more time you slipped in the crack of his door, gently shutting it closed once you entered
‘Wow’ Was the first word that escaped your mouth looking into his room now, it's his office yes, but what was beyond it that made it almost feel like you were..alive it was the bayou swamp/forest it was just how you remembered before you died all those years ago..breathtaking
Scanning the dimly lit area with the only light being a moonless night and the few fireflies that infested the air, you didn’t see Alastor anywhere in sight, just a table with a chair on it in the middle of the grassy forest.
You bite your lip gently as you looked between the paper work and the forest before groaning knowing your mind was made up, as soon as you laid your eyes on the bayou. Leaving the paperwork for Alastor sitting on his wooden desk before you walked passed it and too the bayou landscape filling as it was almost a dream
Walking slowly into the grassy area with a smile as you breathed in the smell of forest closing your eyes and taking in the sound
It was a wonderful moment of quiet before the light noise of static in the forest made you snap your eyes open,.. that’s Alastor getting closer into range of where you were standing.
Being lucky and hopeful you HOPE he didn’t see you in the clearing just standing their with your eyes closed
You ran and hide behind some bushes and trees that were away from the table and chair you were standing near–and just in the nick of time
You could hear and see him from where you were hiding the full static sound of a certain radio demon as he hummed a tune with a deer slumped dead over on his shoulder, carrying it with ease as he slammed it down on the table, you examined as he sat down making a fork appear out of thin air as he leaned his staff against his chair, before disappearing into air as he began to eat the deer raw pulling at its meat–made you want to gag in disgust
‘He could’ve cooked it’ you thought watching him munch down on his hunt you can assume. Licking his lips after a couple of bites he wiped his mouth with a napkin like a true unhinged gentleman
Before he cleared his throat his eyes shutting but his smile spreading wider, causing you to get goosebumps
“I know your there” He said making you do a double take ‘he knows i am here?’ you thought blinking as you didn’t buy his bluff
“I can sense your presence,” he drawled, his voice dripping with a sinister charm.
“You can’t hide from me.” He opened his crimson eyes as they began scanning the area. You kept your movement still as he scanned over the area you were hiding. You saw how he squinted his eyes almost immediately at the bush you were in
“Come out, come out wherever you are” He sang out in a haunting tone
“You do know as a predator.”He started in a cheery tone before his voice dropped to a dual and deep one “ I can smell you out.” His voice ringing of no radio filter
Your heart began to sped up
‘fffuck’ Is what you thought before you seen Alastor disappear into thin air—it wasn’t a surprise you were accustomed to that but you couldn’t help your heart starting to speed up as he vanished into the air
“Run,” a disembodied whisper breathed against your nape
Took you no time of convincing as you ran not looking behind you as you kept your eyes forward only hearing the sound of something chasing behind,
You hit left and right, hoping to get Alastor off of you
As you take another right you ran behind a tree, hiding behind its figure as you heard and felt Alastor run pass you
You have never done something like this, it was rather fun but dangering
Peaking your head from behind the tree after what felt like entirety you didn’t see Alastor for safe measures you transformed yourself to a small forest animal, just in case Alastor wants to sneak behind you..again
Following near your foot trail from the tree branches, you jumped from branch to branch with ease as you stopped once more hearing static noise come from nowhere, you smirked in your creature form as Alastor wouldn’t suspect a thing
Watching from above, his form essentially appeared from thin air as he had a wide smirk and a look of hunger in his eyes as he looked at the spot you were suppose to be standing
“Where are you~?” He said
“…”
After a moment of looking in all the places he would expect and assume for someone to hide, he stood in the middle of the forest arms crossed as his ears flickered now and then
“Now where did they go? I was rather hungrier for something other than deer” He said you can tell by his voice he was almost dumb struck how could he still be able to smell you but your nowhere near..weird?
You slowly shifted yourself backwards away from Alastor as you didn’t want to alarm him nor give away your hiding, you were almost clear before a vibration was felt throughout the branch and in one second the branch snapped as you land ontop of Alastor head
“...”
“...”
It was quiet not either one of you dared to move before you felt your body being picked up fully by his hand and now..the jig was up
“What do we have here..” He said looking at you “A small diversion from the person thats in here?”Alastor’s gaze bore into you, dissecting your very essence.
A wicked glint in his eyes began to take place, “Well I guess since I couldn't catch my actual food, I shall eat you little one” Pausing to smug smile before continuing “Bad luck for you?~” He said as he lifted you above his mouth
You squirmed in his hands, heart racing.
‘This can’t be how (y/n)'s story ends’, you thought desperately.
Just as he was about to drop you into his abyssal maw, you shifted—your disguise falling away
You landed on top of Alastor, who staggered back, utterly unprepared.
“Don’t eat me,” you blurted out, adrenaline surging. Alastor stood, bemusement etching his features.
“Lucy?!” Alastor’s voice crackled through the air, a radio filter distorting his words. The static hummed, raising the hairs on your arms.
“Why are you in here?” His step was deliberate, menacing. You retreated, heart pounding.
“How did you make yourself appear small? Then big?” His eyes narrowed, dissecting you. Each step he took, you mirrored, until your back pressed against a tree—literally.
Your mind raced for a lie, an escape. But then it happened—the slip up, the unraveling.
You shifted into your true form, the one Alastor would recognized.
“(Y/N)?!” His voice lost the radio filter, and you met his gaze. Confusion etched his features. You bit your bottom lip, a awkward laugh escaping.
“Erm, surprise…?” You said as you watched him back up a little from you a smile now spreading wider by the minute as the static was the buzz in the air
As it was overtook by the applause he started to emitted as he turned the other way starting to laugh
“A surprise indeed dearie who would’ve know my wife could pull such a thing off” He started.. you didn’t like how this was sounding as you moved away from the tree watching him as he created slight distances between him and yourself
You watched as a nagging feeling was telling you to start running but ignoring that you spoke up “Alastor I-” He cut you off with his words
As he appeared behind you—the Radio Demon, with crimson eyes and a dangerous smile. His arm encircled your waist, pulling you closer. “You had the entire hotel convinced of this Lucy woman,” he murmured, his voice devoid of filters. “Bravo, dearie. Truly bravo.”
You didn’t like how he was taking the situation as what he said to you in a flare voice on confirmed how much you actually DID piss off Alastor with this little disguise
“You should run now.”
Those four words holding a threat of the unknown and you wanting to at least talk for yourself turned to face Alastor his crimson eyes only reflecting the pure chaos he was about to inflict on this game of catch with you, as you shook your head
“Please let me explain” You urged, desperation coloring your voice.
“5” Alastor your dear husband replied, holding out his hand. The air crackled with tension
“Al please—…”
“4..” He sung out as he closed his eyes, standing tall. One hand rested behind his back, the other poised like a pendulum. The smile of him showing his sharp teeth made you swallow harshly
“3” He warned out to you knowing your still there as he opened one eye to look at you breathing out short “Hmm..a shame your going to let me catch you so easy” He said shutting his open eye closed
“2 dearie” He warned out now holding two fingers as he began to shift in his stances his neck elongated he was slowly shifting into his demon form, and that’s when you finally decide to run
You huffed and panted as you switched your form a couple of times to give you longer distances away from Alastor as you made it deeper into the Bayou the ground under you turning slightly squishy as you kept running not interested to turn around
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You ran for what felt like hours before you stopped down near a swamp bank hunched on you knees as you gain your second wind, taking a few more breathes you stood up, the air was quiet you couldn’t hear the static of Al, so you have to be far from him? or he just turned off that noise so he could stalk and pounce on you
Whatever the case maybe you took a breathe in and out as you looked ahead of the lake, nothing but more forest—
You thought different ideas like turning into a winged creature and flying back towards the rooms door to get out of here, but you didn’t know how high you could fly and since Alastor can’t fly nor has wings, you doubt that celling is high enough to get high enough where he couldn’t hit you out of air
Best option was to keep running or go into the swamp water, it would give you better opportunity, reflecting your options about it you heard the ground beneath you move with vibrations ‘fuck he already found me’ you thought coming to the defeat you were going to let yourself be caught but that was until you seen that fucken demon form mere seconds before he seen you, you bailed out dipping yourself slowly in the cold water taking a big breathe before dunking yourself under
Seconds stretched into eternity as you held your breath, your lungs screaming for release. The vibrations in the ground intensified, and you knew he was near. What was Alastor going to do when he catched you? He wouldn’t actually hurt his wife? You thought of as your heart hammered against your ribs, and you wondered if you should be actually concerned
Alastor scanned the area, seeking his dear wife. You pressed deeper into the water, your head submerged further, only the top part of your head concealed by a stray lilypad.
Minutes passed—or perhaps it was mere seconds—before you surfaced. Gasping for air, you wiped water from your eyes. Alastor wasn’t in sight.
You continued walk towards the edge of the pond before crawling out of the pond, lying down on the edge of it your knees still submerged as you sighed out in relief, shutting your eyes for what felt like a second
Before you heard, the clearing of a throat—a sound that sent shivers down your spine. Opening your eyes standing above you was the oh-so-familiar radio demon. You smiled, but before you could vanish into the water, Alastor’s grip closed around your arms. His purr was a velvet blade against your skin.
“Come now, darling,” he drawled, his tone deceiving. “We don’t want you to get wet. Let me assist you in this rather…exchange.” His strength pulled you back, and you squirmed, defiance flaring. But Alastor was stronger, and you found yourself pressed against his chest, dripping and caught.
“Let go,” you demanded, but he only laughed—a predator savoring its prey
“Now, dear, this is part of the game.” His eyes bore into yours, crimson flames dancing. “I’ve caught you, and now you’ll be the prize I win.” His tongue flicked across his lips
As Alastor carried you through the forest he hummed a simple tone, making you more on edge
You both arrived at another clearing?
“This isn’t where we started Al” You said as he set you down, gently helping you get up, as your eyes shifted from the scenery to him
Alastor’s gaze was going up and down on you, as you caught little symbols manifesting themselves around him as he was now a step or two away from you
“Come here” He said in a commanding tone, a chain manifesting around your neck as your eyes widen to metal chain outline with the color of green. Your hands immediately shot to your neck trying to grip and claw at it. You felt a tug come towards Al before you leaned your body away from it trying to keep space, digging your feet lightly in the ground
One real yank got you to move forward unprepared, the earth meant your face very quick and you instantly felt blood in your mouth
“Ah, be good for me, Y/N, and just obey,” he murmured, his grip unyielding. You crawled on your knees and hands, inching closer to him. The chain around your neck tightened, lifting you off the ground. Alastor’s crimson eyes bore into yours.
“My dear sweet little wife, Y/N,” he drawled, his voice devoid of filters. Each word carried weight, punctuated by his southern accent. “You, dearie, violated our little agreement.” His fingers traced the chain. “We had an understanding, did we not?”
Your breaths came in ragged gasps. “I didn’t mean to Al” you whispered
His chuckle echoed through the clearing as he lowered you gently to the ground, ensuring the fall didn’t harm you.
“So, my doe,” he began, his voice a velvet blade, “please give me an explanation. Why has my wife been running around disguised as a Lucy person, working—” His fingers closed around your hands, the chain that had bound you vanishing into thin air. “Her dear, softly delicate hands at a hotel that deserves none of her attention?” His words hung in the air, a question wrapped in menace. “Rather than be in a manor that belongs to her and her husband? Have I done something wrong?”
You sighed out as you nodded taking your hands out of his, to his displeasure “All this started because i heard you mumble in your sleep rather a month or so ago..princess name Charlie” You said with embarrassment flaming your checks as you looked away from Alastor not wanting to know what expression he held
The air was quiet between the both of you, not a word was spoken—You felt like you were holding your breathe with the tension in the air before you felt the touch of your husband on your hands again
“Mon cher~” He purred out making you look at him, his face of course held a wide smile but the look in his eyes held anger with something else glimmering around it “Nothing could replace you”
“No hotel” He said his hand holding out your arm as he kissed at the palm before saying, “No demon” Alastor continued raising his head kissing you at the center of your arm, looking at you in the eyes before kissing more up your arm while saying “And certainly no Lucifer daughter could take my eye off of something as ravishing as you my doe~” Al kissing up you between each pause as he at your neck slowly peaking at it having you basically in his lap with your back towards him, as you moved your head to side to let him continue as he only chuckle at the gesture
Al with his free hand grabbing at your chin to make you look at him as he stared into your (e/c) “But my dear mon cher, you agree at my words as if you understand, but it seems as though you forgotten who I belong too” He said letting go of your chin as both of his hands traveled down to your hips resting there “You forget who's name causes thrill of different emotions within me, so let me remind you~”
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Alastor leaned into you, as you meant him half way kissing him
A passionate kiss with some underline aggression made the kiss much more thrilling as Alastor fought for dominance with you trying to dominate over him
With a deep chuckle he pulled away from the kiss, “You being defiant won’t end well for you dear” You looked up too him as you bite your lower lip holding on too his bow tie slowly undoing it as his hands trailed up and down your legs
“No words so be it” He shrugged before pushing you down to the ground, your back laying on the grass as he spread your legs open wide, everything on full display for him to see
He leaned his head down as his ears pushed back towards his head as his eyes half lidded looking up to a red face you “Mm~Darling your so intoxicating with that look on your face” He said before plunging his head down open his mouth before eating your pussy
Your eyes shut closed as your hands went immediately to his hair gripping and pulling at it, as you mumbled out moans holding onto Alastor head down as he kept eating you out
“Al~!” You said in low moan as you felt yourself starting to come undone down there “Alastor..I..I am going to—”
Before you could muster and get out the words to warn your husband, the sensation of Alastor mouth moved away from you leaving you in almost blank state, so close to clarity but yet so far …
You whimpered as you looked down to Alastor who’s face was smirking as he shook his head licking his lips slightly “You think after the charade you pulled your going to get to cum that quick and easily?” He said and laughed “Dearie we are just starting.”
Alastor in a instances flipped you over making you rise to all fours with help of his shadows tendrils you were now ass up face down, with your arms being held down by the shadows tendrils, you whimpered trying to move against them as you felt a burning sensation on your bottom causing you to move it from side to side
Alastor watched in trans like state as you moved your ass after he smacked it only making his boner go harder, as he rub on it through his pants
“Al, let me out of this! I don’t want to be—Ahh~!”You said feeling a familiar feeling slide in you as your eyes rolled behind you, you clawed at the grass alastor pushed all himself in you
“Mmm~There you go Mon Cher~” Alastor said rolling his hips as his head tilted backwards, both of his hands gripping on your hips keeping them in place as he began slowly pumping in and out of you
You moaned as you moved with his thrusts, arching your back as Al grunts and low moans could be heard
Alastor started to pick up in speed as you could only speak out the simple word “Al~” Which was music to the radio demons ears
“Oh (Y/n)~” He said as he kept up fast with his thrusts moving one his hand to your hair, gripping at it pulling you backwards as your head flung back
“Open your eyes.” He said making you slowly open your eyes as meant with the eyes of crimson red ones as his smile was deceiving as his eyes showed pure lust that was feeling “Fuck.” He said as gripped tighter on your hair yanking almost at the root as you moaned with each thrust
“I am going to finish in you.” He said in not a question but as a command as you tighten around him bring him closer as he shut his eyes letting go of your hair before opening his mouth and bitting at the back of your neck as you moaned closing your eyes feeling yourself reaching edge as you reached climax sametime as Alastor
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Couple months later drawed by quick before you knew it you were back at the manor, watching over Al’s territory sipping tea as you smiled mindlessly, yeah there was really nothing to worry about.
FIN!!!
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Extra! Extra!
(Y/n) and Al strolling through the park. hand in hand as Al hums a tune
Al: “I do say mon cher, I think I never told you why I was saying Charlie's name”
Y/n: “Yeah you haven’t, do share”
Al: “You wouldn’t believe it! Charlie in my dream was trying to paint my Radio Studio, it was all going to be rainbows with fluffy pink unicorns if I didn’t say her name”
Y/n: deadpans
Al: Only telling you the truth dearie~!sings out
Y/n: Your truth is utter dogshit sometimes
Al: gasp Darling!
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So, new story! Death!Ghost x Life!reader. It’s a longer one, there’s much more to their story if everyone likes it an wants to see more. Update: Here's Part 2 and Part 3
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You’re sitting by the edge of the water, fingers lightly dipping in the creek and moving around. The ripples that form from your movement making tadpoles, small fish and spurts of water plants come to be.
It felt natural, with the longer hours of sunlight and the rising of temperature, to start using your abilities once again. To take your side of the mantle once Death had taken the grunt of the work in the colder months. Spring was only nearing closer, and that meant you’d have to start adding spirits back to the Earth, it was your time to keep balance.
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You looked up from the stream, from the trail of tiny creatures that gladly followed the movement of their creator’s hand, when you felt the breeze cool a little. It could only mean one thing.
Your lips pull up into a soft smile, your lively eyes crinkling lightly at the edges as you see him stand on the other side of the creek. His own eyes shift under the skull mask, and you know he’s smiling back even if his eyes are covered by the shadow of the bone. It doesn’t surprise you that within barely a few seconds he’s instead sitting beside you, the wavy reflection of the water in front of you confirming his presence.
It always felt like that, peaceful and comfortable in each other's presence. You had gotten used to Death long ago, or Ghost, a name that had come from a joke once made aeons ago. You couldn’t help yourself, lightly teasing him when you had seen how pale his skin really was the one time he had taken a glove off. And somehow, it just stuck.
The both of you stay in silence for a bit, admiring the landscape around you, how slowly your power took over the terrain to give him some rest. You worked in harmony, the switching in seasons never feeling like a competition or betrayal, but like an acknowledgment of the other’s importance and significance.
“Haven’t seen you in a while. How have you been?” He’s the first one to talk, giving you a short look before his attention was pulled to the birds that filled the sky. Most of them nesting, feeling in some way that your power would welcome them soon before giving them tiny ones to look after.
“Good, busy with the new blooms that come with spring.” you reply with a small smile, your hands running through the grass below, making new blades appear, greener and more luscious. “You must’ve been busy.” You tack on, your eyes following the trail of growing plants until your eyes find him.
“Hmm, you have some work ahead of you.” he concedes, tilting his head back, feeling what sunrays managed to filter through the holes in his mask. He let out a soft sigh before giving a light nod, “Been taking care of my duties, but it’s been good.”
“You’ll be able to rest a bit more. Now that the warm months are coming in.” You say, that smile still on your face. It definitely was what fascinated him most about you. He knew the amount of power you beheld, all the things you could make appear out of thin air. Yet there was something about that smile, that soft and kind smile that you always seemed to gift him with.
Or at least that’s how he wanted to see it, like your sweet smile was specially directed at him, for him. If there was one thing that he pictured on his mind whenever he thought about you, it was the upturn of your lips. Not even your mightier creations could ever compare to the one of your smile.
“I suppose I did, yes.” He says with a light nod, his tone low and gravely but really calm as well, like deep calm water. His head then turned, your view of his mask turning from the profile to a full fronted one. His cold and cloudy almost-grey eyes finding yours. “Are you enjoying your creations?”
The corner of your eyes crinkled a bit more as they landed on his, your smile brightening, reminding him of the golden hues the sun gets when it starts to set behind the horizon. Your hand moves, fingers trailing through the dirt beneath you. Tips passing just enough power to the small buds that were starting to grow to make them fully bloom. “Always do.” Your tone sounding sweet and golden like honey.
A smile took over his lips and he mentally thanked the skull covering them, although the amused glint your eyes got told him that you had definitely noticed. “I’m glad to hear it.” He says, tone as cordial and gravely as ever, hiding the small embarrassment of the knowing tilt your smile gets.
The both of you seeped into comfortable silence once again, you looking at the vast forest around you, the light hints of it filling with your creations again after a cold winter. Meanwhile he busied himself as he looked over his scythe, his gloved finger lightly trailing the sharp edge.
“Do you mind if I ask you something?” He murmurs, almost making you wonder if he had actually spoken as his eyes stay trained on his tool.
“You know I never do.” You reassure, your eyes only staying on him for a moment before going back to the light ripples on the water source in front of you.
“I was wondering…” he starts before cutting himself off. You don’t say anything, don’t pressure him as he leaves the scythe back on the floor beside him. Nor as he tilts his head back to look up at the sky once more. And he doesn’t think he could ever find the words to express how thankful he is about it.
He clears his throat, daring to give it another chance. His head tilts a bit to the side, only enough to see you from the corner of his eye. “I was just wondering, we’ve worked together for so long…” he fully turns his head now, his eyes meeting yours. “And yet… you’ve never asked to see me? See what’s under my mask.”
For someone who was the personification of Death, Ghost couldn’t understand how his heart could beat so fast. How it felt like it could leap out of his chest at any moment, how fast his blood pumped through him.
And it feels like it instantly stops when he sees you lightly shaking your head, “It’s not my place to ask, I'm sure it’s there for a reason.” your soft voice explains. And he lets out a shaky breath that he didn’t know he was holding, his heartbeat slowing a bit but the tension still in his body as he gives a light nod back.
The both of you go back to the silence, but this time your eyes stay on each other's. His hand slowly reaches up, his fingers feeling the edge of the worn out bone. His voice is barely perceptible when he talks next, “What if I wanted to show you?”
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moonbeamoclock · 4 months
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Hot take that shouldn’t be a hot take:
my biggest pet peeve is when people tag something as a x reader but it’s actually an oc…..i got to the last chapter of a fic only for the description of the ‘reader’ to be of a white person.
then the author got nasty with me after i called her out about it but that’s whatever
it takes an extra 2 mins to have a generic description of a person rather then give the details of their appearance but some of y’all are just too lazy to do even that
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ericityyy · 6 months
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𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 960
𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
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One night in the Cooper residence, Georgie was putting his clothes in a bag as his father walked by his room, noticing the actions of his son.
The reason for this? Georgie wrote a letter to Veronica in which he said that he would be a much better partner than her current boyfriend, Dustin, who he found out was much taller than him through his mother.
"Hey," George called out to his son, who has his back turned on his father and is still continuing to put his clothes in a bag.
"Hey," Georgie called back, not facing his father, who was leaning on a door frame.
“Going somewhere?”
“Alaska.” The younger Cooper sighed. “Gonna work on the pipeline.” His southern accent was heard, except there was no playfulness added to it like usual.
“Alaska, huh?" George shook his head a little. “That’s pretty far.” He managed to stutter out, looking at his son’s back.
Georgie, still not paying him any mind, said, “Not far enough, but it’ll have to do.”
George started walking toward his son. "Look, Georgie, I know it feels bad right now, but... I promise it’ll get better.” He went inside the room and leaned on a desk while crossing his arms across his chest.
“How’s it gonna get better?” Georgie shook his head, finally facing his father, an annoyed frown painted on his face. “Veronica thinks I’m a jerk, and everyone in the school’s calling me Lovey Cooper.”
George cringed at the name. “Ooh, that is not a good name.”
Georgie put his pants in the bag, not folded properly. “It doesn’t matter, cause I’m never going back to that school.” His dad called his attention again, making Georgie put his shirt harshly on top of the bag as he flopped down on his bed, facing George Sr.
“You’re a good-looking kid, and you got a big heart.” George looked his son directly in the eyes to make him understand every word he’s saying. “Once we get you on a daily shower schedule, the girls are going to be lining up.” He attempted to joke in order to lighten up the mood, but it didn’t work on Georgie.
“I don’t want girls.” Georgie shook his head, looking at his dad. “I want Veronica.”
“Yeah, maybe you’ll get her, and maybe you won't, but someday you’ll find the woman who was really meant for you.” George did his best to give Georgie hope to not be down. He will find the woman for him someday.
Suddenly, Mary walked by carrying a laundry basket. “You mean like Kathryn Dempsey?”
“Alaska’s beautiful. How ‘bout I go with you?” George smiled tightly at his son, his arms still crossed over his chest.
Georgie frowned at the new name his mother mentioned. “Who’s Kathryn Dempsey?”
“I was 15 years old!” George shouted near the doorway for Mary to hear as he exited Georgie’s room.
That left the teenage boy alone with his thoughts. Another girl? Like hell, there’s another one. Veronica will always be the girl. Georgie shook his head and dumped his bag full of clothes on the floor as he closed the door to his room.
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The next day at school, Georgie mostly kept his head down. Avoiding anyone as much as possible, still feeling humiliated about what happened yesterday. If only he had the choice to not go to school, but one look from Mary Cooper and he was already at the door with his school bag.
Without looking at where he was going, he accidentally bumped into someone causing her walkman to slip from her fingers along with her headphones, “Ah! Dang it.” He heard the girl exclaim quietly.
“I’m so sorry.” Georgie kneeled down at the same time as the girl to pick up her things, “I wasn’t looking where I was— woah.” He finally looked up to see a girl about the same year as him. She was wearing her hair down while her glasses were brushed up on the top of her head.
Brown eyes stared back at him before he was snapped out of it when the girl stood up while taking her walkman back from his hands. “It’s all good, I wasn’t looking where I was going too so no harm done.” She smiled at him, the girl looked down at her wrist where her watch was situated, “Shit, I gotta go, I can’t be late for class.”
Georgie snapped out of it when she turned her back on him and started running toward the hallway while blasting Guns N’ Roses in her ears. (Georgie faintly heard the song Sweet Child O’ Mine when he picked up her headphones.)
“But I didn’t even know your name.” Georgie whispered out when he couldn’t find the girl anymore, “Dang it!” He exclaimed quietly before jumping a little when he saw his little brother beside him, “Sheldon, what the heck are you doin’?”
Sheldon looked at the hallway the girl ran to, “Please avoid bumping into people, you’re causing a scene and I would appreciate it if you would not. It’s unhealthy and unhygienic, then again, I do not expect hygiene from you of all people.”
Georgie rolled his eyes before walking away from his brother, “And please don’t infect Y/N L/N.” That made Georgie halt upon the mention of your name, “She is the only tolerable and smart person here aside from Tam, and me of course. She comes second to smart people in this school.”
Y/N L/N, huh? Georgie continued his walk with a slight smile on his face. Maybe next time, he’ll have a proper conversation with you. Especially when he didn’t even think of Veronica, the moment he saw you.
Other girls. Guess you’re right, dad.
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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄
i know that there’s not much interaction here so i was thinking if i’ll make another part to this. But then again, the trope is love at first sight so i guess that’s the goal.
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kyojurosrealwife · 5 months
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Patreon-content released one month ago
long long ago i told myself i would never ever make KyojuroxRuyi baby ocs… too bad the me now knows how to have fun B^)
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does soap ever realise he wants to fuck hush? and does he do it?
There's this weird hesitation with Soap. Despite summoning a demon the man was raised in a religious household, and there's a little bit of internalized homophobia. Soap has these feelings about men, but he sort of assumes everyone has them. Of course he's looked in the showers, who hasn't? He just admires his LT, and the only times he's kissed a guy it was Gaz and he was drunk so that doesn't count. And now you've kissed him, and you offered him sex, and you were so casual with it that it's almost shocking. Shouldn't you be a little quieter? Keep your voice down about that stuff.
Soap's not homophobic, that's not the problem, he's fine with gay folks and all of that, but for him... for him... There's a certain way John Mactavish is supposed to be, and suddenly he's having trouble keeping that straight in his head. How are you so comfortable with yourself? How are you so comfortable with him?
How do you grab him and smile at him with such easy confidence? How do you slap his shoulder for attention and not freeze? How do you not think about that quick excited kiss every time you're with him? (At least not in any awkward way Soap can see) It boggles the mind. He obsesses over it. Not because it was bad or awkward, but because it was so exuberant and joyful, and good. Because even though his ears were ringing and his head was starting to spin the world had focused in on how warm your lips were against his.
It must have been a fluke, adrenaline making everything feel more. That doesn't explain why he keeps thinking about it. Soap doesn't know why he keeps thinking about it. He just knows that it's all he can think about. Every time you drape an arm around his shoulders, every time you knock your arm against his, every time you look at him in confusion when he re-buffs your attempts to cuddle.
Soap misses the weight of you laying on him, misses the way you'd purr when he scratched at your scalp, misses the warmth. He's not cold to you, but he doesn't know how he's supposed to...
God.
You hold an arm out across the small entryway to Soap's barrack, stopping him from leaving. You look cross, or maybe just more serious than you usually do. It makes him uneasy, he likes that you're usually in a good mood, that you can match his humor, match his energy. Now you look cross.
"Can't stand to see me go?" Soap grins, settling a hand on the corner of the hall. You cross your arms and lean against the wall, terrible habit for someone who supposedly was military.
"Love to watch you leave," You smile back, it pinches something in Soap's chest, "but not why I stopped you." You tip your head, eyes searching Soap's, he raises a brow, cocks his head to try and usher you to continue. You come to some sort of conclusion and sniff. "What's wrong?"
"A man cannae have a lick of privacy?" Soap tries to joke, but you raise your brows, waiting him out. "Nothing's wrong." He crosses his arms, uncrosses them, swings them back to parade rest.
"You're upset about somethin'." You don't press, but you certainly have a way of making it known you're referring to something specific, "What did I do?"
"Dinnae dae anythin'," Soap attempts to push past you, "We're fine." You catch him around the middle and Soap feels a rush of heat hit his cheeks at how solid a wall you are. You tip your head to speak closer to him.
"It's the sex thing, right?" You tell him low, it doesn't help the heat or the chill that runs down his spine, "We don't have to have sex, I'm eating fine."
"Good," Soap tells you quickly, shaking off your hold. "Dinnae want tae have sex with ya." He says it plainly, believably, but you make a hummed noise of disbelief. "Ah don't."
"You do." You say it like it's nothing. Soap switches tactics.
"You want tae fuck me, s'alright lots of people do," He tosses a wink your way, a crooked smile. You measure his smile with your own.
"I just don't want it to affect our work."
"It won't." Soap assures you.
It already is.
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httpiastri · 11 days
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PERFECTLY FINE – OLLIE INTRO
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the middle of a season is not an ideal time for a heartbreak.
you would know.
but the season went on, and you had to push through it. you were never one to let anyone – especially not a boy – stop you from fighting toward your goals.
the round in barcelona was really rough, with a crash in qualifying and then no points in either race. austria wasn't a lot of help for the championship, either; you had to retire due to an engine issue in the sprint, and in the feature, you were shoved into a barrier by a trident driver and damaged the car too much to continue.
at least your home race was a better weekend. after having spent the week leading up to it at home with your family, you were recharged, relaxed, and focused on the task ahead. the weekend left you with a sprint race podium and valuable points in the bag – and more hope than the weeks before.
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somewhere in the midst of it all, ollie came into the picture.
it was on the way back to your hotel one day after media duties in the prema factory that ollie popped the question. he did it so calmly, like it was no big deal.
"do you want to have dinner with me tonight?"
but when you thought about it, it wasn't just "in the midst of it all"; ollie hadn't just materialized out of thin air. he was always there.
back in the day, he was there to help you out with the prema simulator when you struggled. he was there to give you tips ahead of your race weekends. and now, here he was, helping you get through your baggage with paul – intentionally or not.
you met him for the first time in late 2021, when you visited your dad in maranello for the fda scouting finals. then, you got to know each other more properly in 2022 when he first joined prema. even at 16, ollie was a gentleman through and through. even at that time, he was gorgeous; with a smile that could light up the whole world, freckles appearing on his sun-kissed skin when he had been exposed to the southern european sun. although you were in a series below him in both 2022 and 2023, you would see him around occasionally, and you always loved his company.
had you been too busy focusing on paul that you hadn't truly noticed ollie and how great he was?
here he was now, the truly perfect gentleman, standing right before your eyes. and he was asking you out on a date? how could you ever pass down that opportunity?
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his offer seemed casual – and yet, you had a feeling it was anything but casual.
that's why you spent about an hour stressed in your hotel room, digging through your luggage to find something perfect to wear. something cute, but casual. gorgeous, yet simple. if ollie didn't think of this as more than two friends just getting some food, you didn't want to be overdressed – but you also dreaded the thought of being underdressed in case he also thought of this in the same way you did.
a date.
your first date since paul – well, your first date ever, really – and it was with this beautiful, heartthrob of a man. you and paul never really went on dates, you didn't go through that giggly first stage of a new blooming relationship; you were just thrown straight into the passion, like getting on a roller coaster that starts with a massive drop. this was completely new territory for you.
the second ollie complimented your outfit (well, he said, "you look beautiful", and you chose to assume it was because of your clothes), all of your stress flew out through the window. he looked great, too – but for some reason, that didn't make you too nervous. in fact, you were calm as a millpond all evening. you felt like you could relax with him, be natural around him; you didn't need to fake anything or pressure yourself to be your most extreme self. his coolness made you chill and unwind, too.
ollie was a fresh breath of air. he was a cool wind, a slight breeze in your hair. it was refreshing, a nice contrast to the hurricane paul had been.
sure, paul had also been sweet, warm summer days. but sometimes, a slow and steady climate is easier on the heart than a crazy, unpredictable one.
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dating ollie was hard.
with him still living in maranello, and your time being split between milton keynes and the prema factory in vicenza, you didn't have a lot of chances to see each other. sure, you saw each other in hungary and spa, but both of you were way too focused on your own performances to do anything else.
besides, you hadn't even defined your relationship to yourselves yet, so acting like anything other than regular teammates around the track was a no-go zone.
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but when you did find time to be together, dating ollie was so easy.
it was a walk in the park, a piece of cake. he respected your opinions, he took care of your needs. he said just the right things, the things you needed to hear. he was never late, he always kept his promises – and most importantly, he seemed to really like you.
at least that's what you translated his actions into. the way he squeezed your hand when he held it; the way he held you in his arms protectively when you watched a horror movie; the way his lips brushed your forehead when parting from you after a date night. all of the things he did were ways to express his feelings for you.
he didn't just use his body to show you. he loved to tell you.
he said it right before he kissed you for the first time. it was like he asked for permission, waiting for your smile and "i really like you, too" before leaning in and gently pressing his lips to yours.
he said it when you parted in the airport, going off to your respective homes; followed by a short "i'll miss you a lot" and "i'll call you when i land, okay?", telling you just how much you mean to him.
and he said it in a handwritten note hidden in the huge bouquet of roses that stood on the table in your hotel room when you came back from the last day of racing in belgium, the text followed by a heart and a simple cartoon bear.
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maybe love isn't supposed to be hard. maybe it isn't supposed to be complex, confusing, difficult. maybe the love you had with paul wasn't what you needed; maybe the simple love you have with ollie is just right.
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your summer break was long, though not empty. the days were filled to the brim with workouts, millions of hours spent in the sim, and quite a lot of boring strategy meetings.
when your racing abstinence became too big, you went to zandvoort to hang out in the paddock. ollie was still busy with racing, but you were free from responsibilities – and like this, it was much easier to watch him do his thing.
you'd always admired ollie's skills as a driver, but these last few weeks, you'd also gotten the chance to open your eyes to other sides of him. how focused he is on his performances, how good he is at switching between his friendly and professional moods, how ambitious and determined he is when it comes to his racing.
but also how sweet he was to you behind closed doors, and how good the kisses he pressed to your forehead felt when you wished him good luck for the races.
maybe you needed to work on those good luck-wishes, though.
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while paul had taken most of your firsts, ollie got the ones he left out.
first coffee date.
first picnic date in the sun.
first time staying over at a boyfriend's family's house.
first night spent on the back of his dad's pickup truck, cuddled up in pillows and blankets while watching the stars.
first double date with one of your old friends from back home.
the first boy to give you that teenage type of love; the one where you feel butterflies in your stomach every time you make eye contact, the one where every brush of fingers sends a shiver down your spine.
the first one to make you feel like you're the center of the universe, like his world revolves around you.
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being with ollie is so sweet. it's exchanging subtle yet meaningful glances when the room is filled with people who can't know; it's soft laughter in the middle of the night when discussing the most bizarre subjects; it's a rush of affection flooding your heart every time you hear his voice.
he makes you feel just the way you should; giddy, nervous, excited. like a thirteen-year-old girl thinking about her crush. but still, it isn't enough.
in every way, he is a great boyfriend.
so why don't you feel as much as you did with paul?
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balancing a relationship and a race weekend was more complicated than you'd feared.
when monza rolled around, you were trying your best to keep your eyes on the price; although the championship win was out of reach, you were technically still in the battle for second place. you knew you needed every ounce of strength and focus to be able to get it.
your focus wasn't exactly helped by having your handsome boyfriend lurk around in the paddock and prema truck whenever you tried to get ready for your races.
sneaking around without letting anyone know about your relationship was hard. obviously, you couldn't keep yourselves completely away – you were both only 18, after all – but you had to be discreet. carefully intertwining your fingers underneath tables, shared giggles around other people who had no understanding of why you were suddenly laughing, secret kisses when everyone else had left the truck.
you did end up taking that second place, with both you and ollie winning a feature each; a great weekend. and you even managed to sneak around without anyone noticing, which was yet another win for you.
except, someone did notice. that someone being the only person you really didn't want to know.
paul.
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abu dhabi meant yet another race weekend where ollie was supposed to focus, but he easily got distracted by his lady. at least this time, you weren't racing, so it was only half the trouble of monza. you were just there as support for your team of four years and both ollie & fred, but trying to steer clear from paul as much as you could.
unfortunately for paul, he didn't steer clear from you as much. having you there was actually more of a distraction to him than to ollie. every single time he saw you, he wanted to leave the paddock – and every time he saw you with ollie, he wanted to flee the country.
you pretended like you didn't notice him, acted like you didn't care. but in reality, you felt as bad at the mere thought of paul being near again. you'd been away from him for almost two months, not even accidentally bumping into him at the prema factory between monza and abu dhabi. and now that you saw him again, you wanted to cry, because...
he looked even better than he usually did. his laughter was just as intoxicating as ever. his entire aura pulled you closer.
but at the same time, seeing him brought back all of the bad memories and emotions too. the arguments, the rage, the exhaustion. and when that happened, you felt perfectly fine about being with ollie instead.
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ollie's final race of the 2023 season ended in the worst thinkable way. the car shut down, and he lost the rookie championship. completely awful and worthless – until he finally got to be with you again after the race.
and there with ollie in your arms, his face nuzzled into the side of your neck as you comforted him, you couldn't have cared less about paul watching you as he strolled past the prema paddock.
the paddock that had once been his home, with the girl who had once been his comfort. the arms that had once wrapped around him instead.
how did he screw up this badly?
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cupids-g1rl · 2 months
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Darling, you're the only one for me, y'know?
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♡ carl gallagher x oc
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PART ONE
MASTERLIST , TAGLIST
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SUMMARY: the Gallaghers aren't quite sure what Carl's new girlfriends intencions are, but once they see her stay even thru the hard times, they realise that she's the one for him
NOTE: hope you all enjoy! this is set at the time Carl went into juvie. Also Gallavich 2x (Ian & Mickey, Lip & Mandy)! The canon story-line was altered just so you all know, so some things are diffrent. As well their personalities were changed some-what as well too :) Not beta read. Mwah!
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"Don't worry, I'll make juvie my bitch!" Carl said with a grin as he was taken away by an officer. "Christ Carl!" Fiona exclaimed as she saw her baby brother in cuffs. She was shell-shocked. Lip was beside her, trying her best not to laugh. "Mickey's gonna love to hear this." Ian muttured out, shocked yet unsuprised. He knows that Carl will actually be okay in there, but he'll still worry for that little shit. "Mandy will too."
The only ones completly silent were Debbie and Payton, Carl's girlfriend. The two were together for 2 months as of last week. Payton, or Pay, she was nice. She also lived in the Southside, with her mom and grandma, but she had a better living situacion than the Gallaghers. Well, to a certain degree that is. Her father fucked off a long time ago, so her mother constantly brought over new boyfriends every couple of months. Most of them were drunks, so Payton always tried to stay away from them. Her granny was a mean snake (as said by her mother), who was on the brink of death 'cause of all the smoking she does.
Even tho they had a slightly bigger money income then some other Southside families, Payton still had to juggle a job and school. Not that people knew that really. Most thought that she was lucky to have such a good living situacion, even tho she absolutely hated it. When the girl meet Carl's family, she was so jelous yet happy. Jelous 'cause she wanted to have someone who took care of her that much, but happy that Carl got a good support system.
So now as she watched her boyfriend be excourted out of the courtroom, she didn't know how to feel. She was honestly scared, for him, and sad. The brunette tried to be angry at him, she really did but she coudn't, not at all. So now as she goes to the Gallagher house with the Gallaghers, she prayed that he'll be okay.
"Y'know you can fuck off now, right?" Lip said as he smoked a cig in the house, giving her a look as she helped Veronica with dinner. "Huh?" a confused sound escaped, "What?"
"Well Carl's in juvie, I don't think you'd like to be away from him for a good year." the oldest Gallagher boy explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why the fuck whould I leave him?" Payton snapped, sending him a glare. "Well I don't know, I'm sure mommy's money could atract other 'hood boys', Doyle, Carl isn't the only teenage boy in this neighbour hood." Lip replied, using her last name.
The last 2 months, most of them were giving her shit about her family, knowing nothing about her actual living situacion. Payton wasn't sure if this was a test or something, but she'd be damned if she'd let a few idiotic Gallaghers push her away. She actually did like Carl, thank-you- very-fucking-much. He had a nice laugh, and the prettiest eyes Payton ever saw. His hair was so so fluffy, and he was the biggest idiot she knew. But he was her idiot, and that's why sge wanted him. He was a little shit, but he was a little shit with a heart of gold.
"Oh fuck you to Phillip." Payton replied, "Just because Carl is in fucking juvie dosen't mean I'll like him any less, thank-you-very-fucking-much. And if you mutter another goddamn thing about my family without knowing my full background I'll make sure you'll be sucking your own goddamn dick backwards while hanging on a fucking street lamp, yeah?"
"Hey hey, no violence guys!" Kevin butted in, trying to make peace. He was probally the most accepting about her relationship with Carl, and he made Payton feel safe. Honestly, he was like a fucking dad to her (not like she'd tell him that, ever). "Whatever," Payton muttured, cleaning up her hands. Behind her, Fiona threw a look to Lip to which he just shrugged.
2 DAYS LATER...
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
"Door!" the oldest Gallagher yelled as she washed the dishes. Everybody was at the Gallagher house, including the Milkoviches, as they had a peaceful day all together. It was a Friday afternoon, so a movie was rolling on the TV. Lip sighed as he got up from his place on the floor, kissing Mandy's cheek as he went to open the door.
"The fuck are you doin' here?" he asked as he saw Payton on the porch. It was obvious that she got here from school. She wore a t-shirt with a pair of baggy pants, while her face supported a black eye, bloody nose and a split lip. "Also what's with your face?"
"Not imporant Phillip. I need to talk to Fiona, now are you gonna let me in or do I need to drag you by the balls outside so I can walk in?" Payton asked, twirling her hair between her fingers. "Uh.. yeah come in." the blue eyed boy said, stepping aside. Payton only hummed, not even bothering to acknowladge the others, as she made a bee-line to the kitchen where Fiona was. "Fiona?" the brunette called out.
"Uh- hey Payton, you need anything?" Fiona asked, drying a plate before turning around. "Gosh what happened to your face?" "Not important, I need to know when are the visiting days and hours in the juvie." Payton explained.
The Gallagher girl raised a brow at her, sharing a look with Vee before looking in the cluster fuck of papers that were on the countre. "Uh, Tuesdays and Sundays, from 3 to 5pm." Fiona said. "Thanks." Payton replied, before trying to leave. "Y'know you need an adult with you, right, 'cause you're under 16?" Vee asked her. "Shit.."
"Ay now, c'mere, let me patch your face up and let's get some food in you, hmm? You look like a twig." Vee said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to the dining room table. She forced Payton to sit on a chair that was next to Ian and Mickey. "What happened to your face?" Ian asked. He didn't mind Payton to be honest, but he still wasn't sure if she liked her with Carl. "Pft, nothin' that concerns you.." the girl muttured out, not exactly happy with the whole situacion.
"Well it concerns me so you better start talking missy." Veronica replied back, setting the First-Aid kit on the table. Payton rolled her eyes, unamused. "Just got into a fight.." "Did you atleast beat the shit out of the other kid?" Mandy asked as she got herself a beer bottle from the fridge. She regulary gave Payton weed that she'd by off of Mickey, so the two girls were civil to eachother. "Pft, please. The other two were sent home with fucking broken bones." Payton grinned, blood from her nose getting on to her teeth and lips. "Broken bones?" Lip questioned.
"Well a few broken fingures, nothing bad." she laughed. "So what, you expelled?" Mickey asked. "Pft, I wish. I made the principal belive it was self defence so I only got suspended for a week." Payton explained. "Ow- what the fuck Veronica, that shit hurts!" she yelled as the woman checked over her nose. "Well next time don't start a fight and you won't be in this position!"
"Well I didn't even, ow-! ask for you to help me! Besides, the other two had it comin'." the girl said with closed eyes as Vee poked and proded on her face. "And how exactly did they have it coming?" Fiona asked as she set her a plate of food infront of her. The teenager groaned, rolling her eyes as Veronica finally stopped patching her up. She was being asked to many damn questions for her liking.
"They were just talkin' shit, had to put 'em in their place," she said as she started to eat her food "Jesus Christ, this is soo good.." she moaned as the food literally melted on her tounge. Goddamn lasagna was her favourite. "What, did they talk shit about mommys money?" Lip joked, taking Mandy's beer. "Belive me, If my bitch of a mother had any money she woudn't even be in this goddamn neighbourhood so no Philip, they weren't talking about some imaginary money." Payton snapped. "Geeze, chill kid." the Gallagher muttured, drinking beer.
"Well what they were talking about?" Debbie asked the girl. "No one.." Payton replied, eating her food quickly. "Awe, were they talking shit about your new boyfriend?" Lip asked, which earned him a smack against his head. "Lip!" Fiona whisper-shouted, "Shut up!"
"Well If you must now, Philip," Payton started, saying his name like it was venomous, "They were talking shit about my first and only goddamn boyfriend that's in juvie, so I made sure the little fucktards knew they had no fucking right to do that. So excuse-fucking-me for defending him you asshole." Payton said as she finished her food. "I'm leaving, thanks for the food and uh- at-home hospital visit." she added as she got up, taking her bag with her.
Before anyone could say anything more, the door slamed shut as the girl left the house. "Lip! I told you to shut up!" Fiona yelled. "Well sorry, ow-, stop hitting my head, ow!"
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lab1rynth · 5 months
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Yan!Time Traveller
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Yandere Time Traveler, who met you both in your 30s, was a scientist, and you worked at a small restaurant only a few minutes away from your workplace. He went to the place daily and was one of the most memorable customers. You even remembered his order: hot tea with four sugar packets, a breakfast burrito, and home fries.
Yandere Time Traveler made sure to buy you your own breakfast meal daily and learn more about your home life, your spouse and children, your friends and family, and anything you'd talk about. He started having feelings for you, continuously falling deeper in the two years you worked at the restaurant before coming in and being told that you quit, saddening him.
Yandere Time Traveler was soon after fired from his job, leaving him alone and bored at home. Deciding to do something with his now miserable life, he made a time machine out of scrap metal and broken tries at robots from before. He tested and tested until he made a tiny watch capable of traveling through time whenever and wherever he wanted to. He sat and tried to figure out what to do next but then realized exactly what he wanted to do. He remembered you and wondered what it would have been like if he just had a single chance with you.
Yandere Time Traveler first decided to relive the time with you, continuing to be more confident with you and pushing you to the point where you cheated on your husband with him, being the perfect man for you and living with you for two years before you were hit by a drunk driver and killed. He mourned before remembering he could redo what he'd done.
Yandere Time Traveler went back in time and killed your husband, who was only a few months old when he was suffocated and found without a pulse. Then he met you in college, and you both hit it off right away, getting closer and closer to each other until you both started dating. It took only three years after both of your graduations for him to propose to you and only a few more months until you both got married. He went back to pursue his career in science while you stayed as a house spouse, and he quickly went up in the ranks in his job, getting promoted very quickly.
Yandere Time Traveler went and founded a new company, selling the machines of the future: smart houses, sentient AI, working robotic limbs, and downloading your data into a system so that once you die, you live on in an augmented reality. However, he came up to you with a new one, asking you to test it. He said it was an ointment that quickly got rid of any acne and blemishes and told you to use it whenever needed. You and he both used it, and as your friends dropped like flies, and as you got older, you realized you weren't getting any more frail and old than you were when you started the cream. Neither had your husband.
Yandere Time Traveler decided to move both of you to a more secluded area as the world continued to advance, and he rapidly got more famous. You didn't understand why, but he said he wanted to protect you. He let you decorate as you wanted in the new house and gave you many things to do. Loving upon you and taking care of you whenever he could, his hands always finding their way into your hair when you both cuddled, and he didn't deny almost any of your requests. The only request denied was for you to leave your plot of land, at first you wished he'd let you explore and use the money he collected, though you started not caring. You loved it.
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kachowder · 9 days
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Thinking about a yandere!artist painting you while you suck him off beneath the easel.
And you can’t move too much because otherwise you’ll mess him up, so your just cock warming him with your mouth and your jaws starting to hurt and there’s drool dripping down your chin that he wipes away with a small huff. Like YOU’RE the one being difficult.
At some point he thinks you’ve gotten too relaxed so he moves to using his brush with one hand, and letting the other lightly touch and trace the curve of your back, tickling you just slightly and always narrowly missing wherever you need him the most, claiming to be “mapping out your features, love, just hold still.”
And in the end it’s all for nothing because next thing you know your back is against his chest and your bouncing on his cock while holds your jaw and makes you stare at the drying paint. Fucking you dumb until just seconds away from your peak he pulls out and shoots his cum all over the painting. And your just made to watch hours of your aching jaw become covered in white seed while he peppers mean kisses against your shoulder.
“Hm…looks like we’ll have to try again.”
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